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Friday Fantasy ~ Evening Delight – #poetry

21 Friday Sep 2018

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She hides in the shadows
Blending in with the night
A young maiden in waiting
For her evening delight

She plans for her feast
At the edge of the wood
This pretty little lady
Is surely up to no good

She appears to be human
A facade quite believing
One trick of her trade
And her looks are deceiving

She thirsts for the blood
Of any human form
Then, once she is sated
She disappears, in a storm

She’s kept her mates waiting
For their dinner, you see
Tis not one that she feasts for
More hunger, like she

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ The Final Eclipse – #poetry

11 Friday May 2018

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Blackened eyes that bare the night
She hides, in the alley way
A mission, she must carry out
One they talked about today

Dressed for shadows, against the light
She could stay, without being seen
Many were gathering, in the square
She would wait, for them, to convene

Quietly, on the rain soaked street
She could hear them, so many voices
The demon within her, now unleashed
And her darkened soul, easily rejoices

One by one, she silenced them
Until the blood ran from her lips
Her deed was carried out, quite well
All before the moon’s final eclipse

 

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Thistles and Thorns ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

02 Saturday Dec 2017

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On the sweetest of flowers

Lies the cruelest device

The stem of a rose

Has a thorn not so nice

But that’s nothing compared

To the plant of the thistle

One touch of a spike

Makes your skin start to bristle

Beware of their beauty

Exotic and raw

When you least expect it

It’s your blood that they draw

 

Writing Prompt – Thistles and Thorns – Day 2/31

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Still of Night ~ #poetry #NovemberWriting

12 Sunday Nov 2017

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A drop of blood, from my thumb

The prickle of a thorn

The crimson flows, a steady stream

From where the flesh is torn

In the quiet, far off distance

A wolf bays as if he knows

The still of night has called me

And I watch, as full moon grows

Reaching out to gather

What is left of me, I fear

I throw myself into the pitch

So he won’t find me here

But alas, I’ve lost my freedom

To the one who rules the night

The blood of wolves, my reckoning

Beneath the full moon light

 

Writing Prompt – Still of Night – Day 12/30

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Her Bleeding Heart – #poetry

31 Monday Oct 2016

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Mood, faded blue with endless time
Her heart ripped away, a hideous crime

Emotion, dead, from deep within
No longer feeling, the price of a sin

Gone are the days, she felt him near
Now banished is she, no longer dear

He split her apart, it took its toll
Left an empty heart, and a broken soul

He fled, into the dark of night
Leaving her shrouded, in the misty light

Shaken, she stands, feelings uncaring
Red, is the blood, so overbearing

Torn, in silence, overwrought
Her bleeding heart is life, distraught

 

 

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